|Whispers rough sketch 7" x 5"|
But that day, a little cool wind blew in to brighten my afternoon.
My clients selected a sketch I loved, that of a young child stooped over an astronaut buried in the stratifying layers of forest undergrowth. Much like the artists Jeremy Geddes, Greg Manchess, and thousands like us, I have a fondness for astronauts, NASA, and space programs, having grown up and matured with these sciences through the decades. Now mid-career, my mind turns to those childhood sources of inspiration to reassess that content and find new meaning through the lenses of my developing artistic aesthetics. Gone are those overly ambitious dreams of walking on the Moon like Neal Armstrong, Buzz Aldrin, or Alan Bean. I am too old, the door was long closed on that path.
Rather I am now reflecting upon what the Space Programs will mean for my children and their future progeny. How will they see these great achievements of humanity? Will we humans reach the stars, or even another heavenly body again in my lifetime...or ever? I question whether we will again see a human lifted out of near Earth orbit, for our robots have become so much more efficient at interplanetary tasking, travel and exploration. Sending a human will always mean a round trip ticket, while a robot never misses home. I do not have answers these days, only questions...
My thanks to Murray and Mary Ellen for giving me the chance to bring a voice to my dreams, and hope that the past may supply the fruit to bring forth a brighter future.
And thank you to my daughters Cecilia and Naomi for providing the inspiration for this work...may your roads take you beyond the confines of our world.
|preliminary drawing after references 24" x 18"|
|initial acrylic lay in 32" x 24"|
|Whispers near completion final art 32" x 24" Oil on panel|